The Mafia Queen

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My eyes open as a beam of sharp bright light falls on them.

The moment I initiate movement and raise my hands in front to block the light, I feel something against them, preventing movement.

I look down to see my hands are tied to the chair I am sitting on, along with my legs. I try to wriggle free but it's fruitless. I scream but the duct tape sticking across my mouth muffles it.

I squint around to get a hint of the place but my surroundings are dark. The only light in the room is falling on me, as if I'm about give my audience a show.

I close my eyes,  recalling the moment mom caught me.

I was finally running away from the hell I have to call home. I was finally setting myself free. I didn't care where I'd go and where I'll live. I didn't give a damn about where I'll get the food or clothes. What I knew was I don't want to live here. I'd prefer living in the streets than living here, with my shitty parents. The torture they inflict on me is getting worse.

I had packed all my clothes in a duffel bag with some money and food, but mom had to walk in at the eleventh hour.

"You're awake," I open my eyes as I hear mom's voice.

She stands tall infront of me, smirking, holding a knife in her right hand.

Dread fills my ten years old self, making me sob.

"Please mor," I start pleading, "Vær så snill, jeg beklager. Let me go!"

(Please, I'm sorry)

"Du vil løpe bort, huh?" She says, her face turning emotionless as my pleading increases, "You ungrateful bitch."

(You want to run away, huh?)

"Vi matet deg," she yells, "Vi ga deg ly. That's how you repay us!" And with that, her arm flies across and the next thing I know is sharp pain radiating in my left arm followed by the flow of crimson liquid.

(We fed you. We gave you shelter)

I do the only thing I can, I scream.

Screaming, I sit up. Tears are falling down my eyes. I can still feel the hurt and fear.

Slowly, I take in my surroundings and sigh when I know that I'm safe, in my home.

Another nightmare?

I look at my alarm clock, only to find it's only 1.30am.

I know sleep won't come anytime soon now, so I pull on my zip up hoodie above the sports bra, put on my running shoes, not bothering to change my sweatpants, and go for a run.

It's the only thing that will set my mind straight.

•~•~•

My panting is increasing as I'm running faster by the seconds. It's been 40minutes since I've left my house, but my mother's words are still lingering around somewhere in my brain.

Transforming my sprint to a jog, I turn left towards a dark, empty street.

The streetlight is the only source of light in here. I jog further into the dark, not even considering the fact it can be dangerous.

"You know it's not really safe for a girl to be here," I stop dead in my tracks as I hear a voice, "specially at this hour of the night."

I squint around to find the source of the voice all the while putting on a fight mode.

I immediately turn around as I feel someone's presence behind me.

The boy takes a threatening step towards me as I take in his appearance, standing my ground.

Somwhat 5'8 height with rugged dark brown messy hair, faded black jeans with worn out white addidas sneakers and an old grey t-shirt. His grey-brown almond eyes are shining, reflecting the street light. His straight nose and sharp jawline makes him look ..... I don't know, cool and clean?

He's hot for a street boy, Dumb; my subconscious chimes in but I ignore it.

I can somehow feel the pain he is hiding in his eyes as our eye contact deepens. I can feel a bond which has compelled me to ask myself; can he feel it too?

"Whatcha got here, bro?" I am pulled out of my thoughts as I hear another voice, not as deep and dominant as the first one.

I turn towards the source and glance at the three teenage boys standing.

"Woah," the red-head exclaims eyeing me up and down.

"You planning on keeping her all to yourself?" Another boy with dirty blonde hair refers to brown-hair.

I look at him as he rolls his eyes, slowly taking a step back. The third boy, having black hair, happens to notice my slight movement so he speaks up, his voice irritated, or is it disappointment?

"When will you boys learn to do your business?"

"I was just having some fun," the red-head answers.

They are talking back and forth, cursing eachother for no reason in particular, when I take another step backwards. The three idiots are so busy, they don't even notice. Giving brown hair a last look and taking my chance, I turn and sprint away from them.

"s**t," I hear a voice chasing me.

I am running and am about to turn when a hand grasps my arm and pulls me back.

"Not a fast runner, hun?" Blonde-hair smirks as he traps me in his hands, holding my waist steady.

I grit my teeth as anger bubbles in me, pushing his chest, "Let me go!"

The other three boys surround me as blonde-hair loosens his hold and takes a step back.

"You'll regret this," I clench my fists.

"Feisty," blonde hair smirks in my direction.

I sucker punch him and then punch him in the gut. He groans but punches back. I block his fist, kicking him in the shin and then hitting his nose.

Blood pours down as he growls touching his nose.

"b***h," he curses and comes at me with full force. I duck and spin, punching him and then kicking his knee cap.

I am about to punch him again when someone grabs my arm from behind.

I scowl at an already scowling red-head and punch him instead.

"Ouch," he groans but doesn't losen his grip.

I want to punch him again but my other hand is trapped by the black-haired guy, leaving me helpless.

I kick and try to wriggle free from their hold, but it's too tight.

The blonde-hair I beat previously, stands up and smirks, taking a step towards me.

I use every bit of energy left in my body and somersault to wriggle free from their hold, while using the blonde's body as a base.

I smirk as I see their mouths hung open with scowling eyebrows.

My eyes land on brown-hair (I know it's weird but it's the only distinct feature I can make out, they're all assholes otherwise) and what I see confuses me. His eyes contain amusement as his lips twitch up in what I feel is, pride?

Shaking my head, I beat the s**t out of all the three guys, sparing brown-hair since he only warned me and make my way back home.